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He could hear her heading toward him from the hall. She was in clothes this time. A tank top and a pair of shorts that looked stitched to her curves. She had her hands behind her back and an even bigger smile on her face than Warren could remember.
"I've got something for you."
"What?" he grumbled, still bitter that she'd drenched him in the cold water.
"Remember when we talked about your body... you know how you want it be bigger and stronger?"
Warren's face started to redden. He wondered why she needed to bring this stuff up and embarrass him all over again. "Yes, ma'am," he answered sheepishly. Barbara revealed a glass from behind her back. It was filled with a cream-colored liquid. Warren looked at it and his previously red face went white. "Is that... is that--"
"Semen," she finished his sentence. "Haven't you ever heard about all the things cum can do? In small doses it's useless. But as you can see," Barbara proudly waved the glass in her hand, causing the creamy ejaculate to roll around the glass. "I make big doses." She handed Warren the glass, but he didn't take it. "What's wrong, darling? Don't you want to improve your body?"
"I don't think I should--I mean I can't drink that!" he blurted out.
"Oh dear," she told him somberly. Barbara sat down next to him on the couch and looked into the full glass. "It's so fresh. It won't be for long. A woman's seed is most potent the more fresh it is. Are you sure you don't want to give it a try? I've had a lot of compliments on my semen quality over the years. Just look at it." She tipped the glass closer to him. Her cum slid against the rim inches from his lips.
He shook his head. "Last chance, dear. I made this load for you. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. You're sure you won't give it a try? I think you're fine the way you are, but I really thought you were serious about upgrading to a man's body."
Warren reached out and clutched the glass in his hands. Even in the heat of her house, it felt markedly warmer. He gave her essence a sniff. Warren couldn't smell anything. "Go ahead. Taste it," she told him eagerly. He lifted it to his lips, watching the thick liquid slide down the glass. Warren took a small, tentative sip. It was so thick that he had to let it roll off his tongue and down his throat. Barbara couldn't keep still as she awaited the verdict from his taste buds.